I take living in Chicago for granted. Tonight, I had planned to go home, eat some crappy take out, watch a sappy movie populated by beautiful people, and go to bed early. Instead, I'm going to (probably) see Cap'n Jazz. Cap'n motherfucking Jazz.



I listened to them when I was a teenager and it's been some time since. It is the soundtrack of being 16 and reading Don Delillo and Salinger for the first time. It is being awkward and unsure of who I was, who I would become.

The other option tonight was the Chicago Metaphysical Circus's Psych Fest at the Hideout. Nostalgia won out. I am really, really excited. I can't begin to say. Some day. I am doing this for teenage me. It'll be great.

New-ish Converge listened to finally.

It is so good. So, so good.